"No... no..."
Han Shirong muttered incomprehensibly, his body still struggling, but he was no match for Xiao Zheng. In no time at all, an entire cup of coffee was forced down his throat.
"It's done!"
The middle-aged man, his legs trembling at the sight, said, "I deliberately increased the dose. If he drinks this... oh my god."
The middle-aged man was well aware of Han Shirong's personality.
Vindictive and ruthlessly malicious, he never let an offense go unpunished.
In the end, he would definitely lash out at him!
At that moment, after Xiao Zheng had forced the coffee on Han Shirong, he stepped back and pulled Leng Ruobing up, smiling, "The real show is about to start."
By then, Leng Ruobing had already faintly understood what was happening. When Xiao Zheng pulled her, she did not resist and obediently moved to the side.
At that time, Han Shirong was kneeling on the ground, his finger stuck in his throat, desperately trying to vomit out the coffee he had just drunk.
